
Good stuff, jty.
I graduated in 1974, pretty much at the peak of the Baby Boomer crowd. Something like 750 in my graduating class, the vast majority of whom I wouldn't know if they walked up to me and spit on me.
I was a band geek, when I wasn't skipping school and/or smoking dope in the parking lot. I certainly didn't take HS seriously and knew enough to know I'd never make it college the traditional way. So I said screw the "college prep" courses and screw the GPA. Even still, I wound up with something like a 3.2.
Anyway, I also knew I wouldn't be in the area all that long. Didn't have a clue what I'd do or where I'd go following HS, I just knew I didn't want to do it there.
Then the Army came along, about 6 months after HS, and I used it to springboard my way past my childhood and HS, though once in awhile I run into somebody I knew from those days.
So I find myself, some 14 years after retirement from the Army, being somewhat reminiscent of my experiences there and I enjoy being involved in two different fraternal organizations.
Yeah, free, you sound somewhat bitter.